Just got the promised return call, wow, she really DID call as promised (an African immigrant I'd guess by the sound of her thick accent and airy manner), and she was quite polite and to the point in assuring me that ADT would take care to credit our account for both June and July, thus terminating the service, finally. The Rader-Rhodenbaughs have, according to Lucy, no doubt an Americanization, already switched the service into their name and numbers, so all is as it should be in Mudville today...

Phone has been ringing off the hook this morning. Next fling was Sears, free $1,000,000 accidental coverage for sixty days, and $9.95 a month afterwards, billed to the freshie fresh Sears card (All-State affiliation perhaps?). Well most of these offerings are for thirty days, and they don't have the advantage of a Sears reputation, like why would I buy life insurance from Amoco Gasoline Company or Montgomery Wards? Well, the package will come in the mail, and we may cancel at any time. If we are to become boat bimbos (or extreme health nuts, accidents do happen, especially to grotesquely out of shape enthusiasts) it's probably best we at least consider insuring our molecular masses to the max. Did it just because I could; easier than no. A quick call can cancel once we analyze their package.

Anywaze. Now what else was I supposed to do? This morning I've again been researching power controls for the servers to rebound from crashes and automating the restart process so I don't have to remember to do that every seven or so days and Richard's old counter can become that catalyst for change he wishes he could be, but anyhow, back to the grind. There is that Always & Forever bio change and that web site for Hank, and that thingie for Kubhlai and...

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